Chapter 1195 - 1195 Inheritance and Transcendence (3)
1195 Inheritance and Transcendence (3)
Since he was born into this world, why couldn’t he step into the sky?
Since he arrived in this cultivation world, why couldn’t Han Muyue also reach the pinnacle of that world, to catch a glimpse of the scenery?
The aura all over Han Muyue turned faint, dissipating the accumulated bloodthirsty aura.
What he sought was the grand Dao of heaven and earth, to observe the worldly scenery, not to engage in ruthless battles with others.
Cultivation was not just about killing. It was also about upholding justice.
Ever since he came to the Fuyu Immortal World, the battles he had fought along the way and the killing power he had accumulated, all converged into the sword in his mind.
The sword vibrated and roared, the sword light converged, transforming into a simple and unadorned green-black sword, plain and unpretentious.
Treasures keep themselves hidden.
Han Muye displayed his robe, his figure moved, and the sword light shot straight up into the sky.
Having concluded matters here, it was time to head to the Wind Roar Ridge in the Qiling Province.
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The forceful gusts of wind swirled and howled, the sound was piercing between heaven and earth.
Amongst the undulating mountains, there were scattered boulders, resembling the hilt of a broken sword.
This was the Wind Roar Ridge.
“Boom!”
A sound of explosion, a golden blade light gleamed.
Then, faint purple lightning intertwined with the blade light, colliding and shattering the blade light.
“Big sister, hurry and go!”
A loud shout, Qin Zhaoyuan, his body covered in purple lightning, threw a punch that sent the black-armored leopard-headed giant man in front of him flying tens of thousands of feet away.
Behind him, dozens of figures shielded a woman who was covered in blood and had a pale face, rushing out.
It was said that everyone in the Thunder Bandits were orphans. They were raised by an elderly man with the surname Qin when they were young. After the old man passed away, his only daughter, Qin Ziyue, took on the responsibility of caring for the orphans.
Qin Ziyue was also respected as the eldest sister by the group of Thunder Bandits.
At this moment, Qin Zhaoyuan was doing his best to save Qin Ziyue, who was imprisoned in the Wind Roar Ridge.
With the help of the Zhulong Trading Company, they were lucky enough to deal with the guards and save Qin Ziyue, whose cultivation was restricted. However, they were intercepted halfway as they tried to leave.
Wind Roar Ridge was Heaven Immortal Demon King Xiang Tian’s foundation. It was too difficult to save people in such a place.
The army intercepted them. If not for Heaven Immortal Demon King Xiang Tian taking the experts away, they would have been captured.
Qin Zhaoyuan’s strength was formidable, but it wasn’t enough to break through the interception.
“Boom!”
Qin Zhaoyuan struck out with another punch, and a roaring purple lion’s shadow manifested. Three magnificent beams of light descended from the front, shattering the shadow of his fist, then forming a net of light that ensnared the lion.
“Disperse!” A cold voice sounded.
“Bang!”
The golden net of light directly shattered the lion’s shadow.
Qin Zhaoyuan’s face turned pale, and he staggered back a few steps.
“Purple Lightning Heavenly Net!”
He looked astonished, watching the three figures descending.
Three individuals clad in leather armor, holding pale golden spears in their hands, stood solemnly and calmly.
“Qin Ziyue, you can’t escape.” The person in the lead looked at Qin Ziyue, who was being supported, with coldness in his eyes.
Qin Ziyue looked up with a hint of disdain on her pale face.
“Purple Lightning, Thunder, Gale. We Thunder Bandits are as renowned as you Purple Lightning Bandits. What a shame.”
With a cold laugh, Qin Ziyue said, “This supposed dominance in the Immortal Domain is nothing more than being hounds for Xiang Tian.
“Or maybe I should say, you’ve been well-trained by Xiang Tian.”
Her words caused anger to surface on the faces of the Thunder Bandits around her.
Be it Gale or Thunder, although they had the support of forces behind them, they were not at the mercy of others.
Originally, Purple Lightning was the same. They were unique and seen as a model for resisting oppression in the Bitter Immortal Realm.
However, when Heaven Immortal Demon King Xiang Tian swept through the Bitter Immortal Realm, the inhabitants realized that there were traces of the Purple Lightning Bandits within the Immortal Demon King’s army.
These Purple Lightning Bandits, who wielded purple war spears, were fast and powerful, serving as scouts and reconnaissance for the Immortal Demon King’s forces, putting forth their utmost effort.
Such performance caused quite a stir in the entire Bitter Immortal Realm.
“Xiang Tian’s hounds?” The leading Purple Lightning Bandit expert shook his head and said indifferently, “Ignorant ants, how do you know how noble our Purple Lightning Guard is?”
“Hmph, of course these worms from the lower realm can’t—” The Purple Bandit beside him stopped mid-sentence.
“Kill.”
Without hesitation, three purple lightning bolts flashed and smashed towards Qin Zhaoyuan.
“Sixth Master, be careful.”
Du Qiang, who stood behind, shouted, and his figure appeared beside Qin Zhaoyuan. He waved a golden folding fan in his hand.
The folding fan collided with Qin Zhaoyuan’s fist, hitting the three strands of lightning.
Du Qiang was sent flying, while Qin Zhaoyuan’s body was locked by three bolts of lightning.
“Scattered remnants of primordial bloodlines, not very useful. Let’s collect them first.” The leading Purple Bandit said with a low growl. He manipulated a strand of dark gold lightning with his spear and sent it towards Qin Zhaoyuan.
Behind Qin Zhaoyuan, a group of Thunder Bandits and the guards of the Zhulong Trading Company shouted and rushed forward, but they were stopped by a bolt of lightning.
In front of him, dozens of Purple Lightning Bandit experts, who were also wearing leather armor and holding purple battle spears, appeared.
“Quickly protect Big Sister and leave this place!” Qin Zhaoyuan gritted his teeth. Lightning surged from his body, turning into a lightning ball.
This was the reversal of his bloodline’s power.
The power of the Purple Lightning Lion bloodline worked like this: when it raged, it could gather ten times or even dozens of times the strength, fierce and unyielding.
But after one battle, his strength dissipated, and his bones were shattered.
Among the Thunder Bandits, several experts had died like this.
The courage of the Thunder Bandits in their fearlessness of death.
“Sixth Brother…” Tears welled up in Qin Ziyue’s eyes, but she was powerless to intervene.
Her strength was suppressed, her Grotto-heaven shattered. If it wasn’t for her bloodline still having some utility, she might have already been slain.
The ball of light around Qin Zhaoyuan blazed brightly, finally enveloping him and transforming him into a 100-foot-tall purple lion.